Chapter 63 Sacrifice the Dark Rapid

The palace was busy early, and Mo Qinghan urged the two people who had been cleaned up to leave the Guangtian Hall early. Today is the royal sacrifice, and the palace is waiting solemnly outside the palace.

The sacrifice of heaven was held on an altar built a few miles away from the imperial mausoleum. Ten miles was empty, and the carriage bumped. When she was drowsy, Xia Houze pinched her face and whispered, "It's here!"

She cheered up and pulled her face to serve Xia Houze get off the carriage. Looking around, the silver armor flashed, and the soldiers guarded them impenetrable. From afar, they saw flags flying on the altar.

For a moment, the emperor arrived, and her eyes drooped. As a servant, she could only wait by the carriage and could not move forward. Therefore, when she caught a glimpse of Xiahou Song, her fierce eyes went straight away, as if to pierce his spine.

The emperor took the queen and slowly went up the ladder with the princes.

Eight princes, Prince Xiahou Ze; the second son Xiahou Yao has hardly appeared since she was a child, which is the first time she has seen him; the third son Xiahou Song has been awarded the title of King of King Li, which she wants to kill; the fourth son Xiahou Chen has been awarded the title of King Xia, which she hates. Yes, she hates him; the fifth son Xiahou Yu, is said to be far away at the border gate, and she has never seen him. ; the sixth son, Xiahou Qing, is romantic and idle. He wanders around in the palace all day, which is not a climate; the seventh son, Xiahou, is younger, but likes to rub Xiahou Chen, but he is not as hateful as Xiahou Chen; the eighth son, Xiahou Yi, is only ten years old, and his milk smell is not dry.

She closed her mind and was shocked to find that there was a bunch of eyes that locked her. She frowned slightly and carefully looked for the eyes, skimmed the carriage and landed on the man. It was Shi Yan. His sharp eyes stared at her fiercely, as if there was a suspicion that he wanted to cut her thousands of knives. She pulled the corners of her mouth, hummed secretly, and simply lowered her head and closed her eyes to take a nap.

In vaguely, I heard shouting "the peace of the country and the people", "the peace of the holy body" and so on. I shook my head, and my legs were weak. I swept to the altar. I thought that the sacrifice to heaven was over. For a long time, I didn't see the emperor and others withdraw from the altar. I was secretly puzzled. Suddenly, I saw a panic around the altar, and there seemed to be a faint exclamation--

"Your Majesty!"

The emperor fell into a coma on the altar and scared everyone. For a moment, Luan hurried back, and the sacrificial ceremony ended in shock.

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The emperor was immediately sent back to the Ganlu Hall of the bedroom, and the imperial doctors were declared to the Ganlu Hall to treat the emperor together. The concubine who heard the news surrounded the Ganlu Hall, but did not dare to disturb it, and the seven princes waiting outside the hall became the targets of siege.

"Why did the emperor faint on the altar?"

"What did the imperial doctor say?"

"How is the emperor's condition?" ......

The chirping and noisy sound made several people who were already worried more irritable, and it was difficult to shout loudly because of their identity.

"Hit!" With a fierce shout, the concubines trembled. Yan Ruzhu's sharp eyes swept over the crowd and scolded, "What kind of style is this? Disturbing the imperial doctor and delaying the treatment of the emperor, let's see how you end it?

The surroundings calmed down for a moment and waited quietly.

One day is half a day. Lunch time has passed early, but no one has left to eat. By now, the feeling of hunger has been suppressed by worry.

The closed door finally opened, and everyone surrounded it with a "hula". With Yan Ruzhu, no one dared to squeak first. Wang Zhen, deputy academician of the Imperial Hospital, just bowed his hand and saluted slightly: "Empress, the emperor is only unconscious because he is too tired. He has been carefully recuperated for a few days. "I'm in the way

The sound of relief rose low, and in a short time, everyone was persuaded to quit one by one.

Xia Houchen left the palace at the last moment before the palace ban. The emperor was still not awake and returned to the royal palace, exhausted.

"Your Majesty!" Lin Wan presented a cup of tea, and the news that the emperor fainted on the altar suddenly spread in the streets and alleys of Luojing, and there was no time to hide it. She had read a lot of history books and knew that the handover of power was the most chaotic moment. Heavenly nobles or prisoners were just a matter of time. In the past year, there have been repeated news of violations of the emperor's holy body. Now there is the fainting of the altar. Although she doesn't ask about the court, she is still worried.

His finger touched the tea cup, but did not lift the lid, but said lightly, "You can rest first!"

Lin Wanwei retreated, knowing that he was irritable now that he was in need of a pure land.

She closed the door and stepped on the moonlight. She couldn't help sighing. After all, he entered the palace again. Although she couldn't guess what he talked to her, his hidden emotions scared her. He was angry or roared, at least not depressed, but after he came back from the palace that day, he locked himself in the study all afternoon. When I saw him again, his face had been dark and there was no expression at all.

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Compared with the royal palace, the atmosphere of the royal palace is much more solemn and solemn. Xiahou Song, Xiahou Qing and several staff gathered in the secret room to discuss today's affairs.

"Your Majesty won't be long!" A literati in his thirties shook his head and sighed.

"No nonsense!" Xiahou Qing snorted coldly. Although he has always been keen to have fun than the court, because Xiahou Song is his brother, he still stands in his brother's camp at a critical moment. He still knows the truth that both glory and loss are lost. Moreover, he just gathered an atmosphere to strengthen his momentum, but he can more or less give Xiahou Song's heart. Some comfort.

Guan Xiuyun's face suddenly became solemn: "Your Majesty, if the emperor is really unfortunate, the prince is in danger!"

Xiahouqing frowned: "What is precarious and alarmist? The third brother holds the military power. What are you afraid of?"

Xiahou Song glanced at him coldly, meditated a little, and said in a low voice, "Say."

"Although Yin Zhengliang was much decadent by Yin Xiaoting, His Royal Highness's wrist was obviously a little tougher. Once the emperor had an accident, the prince's voice was the highest among the old ministers of the court, and it was logical that he ascended to the throne."

Xiahou Song sneered: "The barking dog doesn't bite people. I thought he was a soft persimmon, but I didn't expect it to be hidden. I wanted to threaten him with a Yin Pianxuan, but I didn't expect that the damn witch to disappear. It's extremely abominable!"

"Your Majesty! Prince Yu led the army to defeat Habi and killed Ran Shuxuan. We ambushed the killer halfway and was still escaped by him. Now that he has returned to Beijing, his prestige can be said to be the best. Guan Xiuyun said slowly. Thinking of this, he admired Xia Houchen's luck and estimated that he would leave the army and return to Beijing first, secretly set up an ambush to capture him, but still let him escape.

"He's fortune-telling!"

Guan Xiuyun's heart had a slight chill and said without changing his face: "If the prince's accession to the throne is hindered, as a compatriot brother, King Yu may help the prince or replace him. And the nine kings have always been deep and difficult to guard against. There is only one word for the current plan.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on him. Guan Xiuyun's eyes slowly swept over several people and slowly spit out a word: "Take!"

After that, he paused and firmly spit out two words: "Strengy!"

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"Third brother, you really want to--" Xiahou Qing asked worriedly.

Xiahou Song shook his hand, half lying on the couch, and closed his eyes tiredly: "This is my own measure!"

"But--

"You go back to the palace first!" Xiahou Song directly interrupted him and sighed secretly. The current situation is as Guan Xiuyun said. If you don't seize it, once you miss a good opportunity, you will be afraid that you will have the power to return to heaven.

Xiahou Qing moved her mouth and left the house without saying more.

He rested for a while and heard the sound of gently pushing the door, and then a faint fragrance came with the very light footsteps. The corners of his mouth hooked slightly and leaned up, accurately hugged the delicate person in his arms.

"Is it someone else who is not afraid of coming in? Or is the prince like this to everyone? She said with a delicate smile.

"Who else dares to go straight into the king's study without being passed on?" Xiahou Song stared at his delicate face and smiled, "The women in the world are not as good as your position in the king's heart. When the king sits in the country, you will be the queen of the king!"

Huo Shuiyan lowered her head and whispered, "Does the prince want to do it?"

Xiahou Song said nothing, but he was still a little hesitant to seize it. What is his chance of winning?

"I am convinced that the prince will achieve his wish!" She quietly untied his skirt: "My concubine is willing to go through fire and water for the prince, and I will die! The whole palace is advancing and retreating with the prince.

He took a deep breath: "You are the only one in the world who knows my heart!"

She smiled and let him be careless. When he fell asleep, she got up gently, put on her clothes and came out. She turned around and glanced at the door and smiled deeply.